Jiaohua

Chapter 409 Snow on the Cliff (Part [-])
The guards spent a lot of effort and finally pulled Yang Changjun away.

A guard went to help Fang Guanyan, Fang Guanyan didn't get up, sat on the snow, raised his hand to wipe the blood under his nose, and looked up at Yang Changjun coldly.

Yang Changjun was pressed to the ground by seven or eight guards, fearing that he would get violent again, the men who followed Yang Changjun rushed up to push away Fang Guanyan's guards, and there was a fierce conflict between the two sides.

"Stop it all!" Yang Changjun tore away the huddled subordinates, took out a dagger and threw it at Fang Guanyan, "Fang Guanyan, where is my elder brother! What happened to Zuixianlou? What happened to those corpses? "

The dagger fell on the snow in front of Fang Guanyan, with solidified blood on the blade, and a few thin copper wires wrapped around the handle. These copper wires are detachable, and they are all a batch of daggers specially customized by Fangfu in the first half of the year.

Fang Guanyan looked at the dagger and smiled: "You three brothers, one is an ordinary man with no ambitions, the other is a timid coward, and the other is a reckless man without a brain, all of you are idiots!"

"Where did you get my elder brother and son!" Yang Changjun roared, completely losing his patience.

"I wasn't the first to do it!" Fang Guanyan yelled, "It was your elder brother. He and the eldest son are both at the wife's place now, but I advise you, it is useless for you to go alone, you will only die in vain!"

Yang Changjun paused and frowned angrily.

The word "send to death" is really too serious. Although they were also shocked when they saw those corpses in Zuixianlou, but now the situation has really developed like this.
"What the hell happened!" Yang Changjun said, rushing up and grabbing Fang Guanyan's collar, "Yan Qinglin, what does she want to do!"

"The son is disobedient, and Yang Guanxian is not sensible, either?" Fang Guanyan grabbed Yang Changjun's hand and wanted to break it away, "I don't know how to wink at others, act indifferently, let me say something ugly, they fell into Yan Qinglin's hands, Xia Zhaoxue will be fine, Your elder brother Yang Guanxian's life may be decided!"

"Where are they?!"

"Fenghe County."

"You go with me!" Yang Changjun pulled Fang Guanyan up, "Go!"

"Don't force me to be serious," Fang Guanyan resisted, "You are going to die yourself. We have been planning for so long for today. If you dare to make trouble today, not only Yang Guanxian will die, but Yang Changshan will not live! Shed a layer of skin!"

"I'll kill you!" Yang Changjun roared violently, and swung another fist the size of a sandbag. Fang Guanyan's eye corner was broken, and the whole flesh was swollen.

The guards rushed forward, pulling Yang Changjun out, and there was another scuffle.

Fang Guanyan's eyes were darkened from the beating, his ears were buzzing, and there was a sudden sharp pain in his stomach. In the confusion, Yang Changjun picked up the dagger and stabbed it into his lower abdomen.

After the dagger was pulled out, Yang Changjun stabbed him in the neck again, but was thrown away by the guards.

"You really think I wouldn't dare chop you up!" Yang Changjun pointed at him with a dagger in his hand and shouted, "I'll kill you!"

Fang Guanyan's two guards picked up Fang Guanyan and ran towards the carriage, while the rest tried their best to stop Yang Changjun.

"It's none of our business, Mr. Yang!"

"Really, Mrs. Yan did it, it has nothing to do with our father!"

"We didn't kill the person, but Madam Yan's!"

……

The guards said one after another.

The terrified coachman hurriedly drove away, Yang Changjun kicked away the guards who were in the way, looked at the carriage panting, and spat viciously.

"You lie to ghosts!" Yang Changjun gritted his teeth and kicked a guard in the stomach as if venting his anger, and said to his subordinates, "I will kill them all! I died in Zuixianlou, and these few don't want to live!"

Fang Guanyan was covered in cold sweat from the pain, his lips turned white, and he held his stomach. Fortunately, his winter clothes were thick, so although he was still injured, it was not fatal.

Two guards supported him, one stopped the bleeding, and the other leaned out of the car window to look behind him.

The coachman ran fast, waving his whip, telling the refugees in front to get out of here.

The carriage ran downhill, the speed was getting faster and faster, a protruding stone slope appeared in front of it, the driver couldn't hold back the horse's running momentum, and let out a panic in a panic, before he could utter a complete sentence, the wheels rolled over the stone slope, and flew After rushing out, the entire carriage fell down the snow slope, and everyone was turned on their backs.

Yang Changjun was going to chase them, but when he saw this, he didn't bother to look any further, and immediately turned around and headed towards Fenghe County.

The road to Fenghe County was full of people, all rushing towards the capital, the heavy snow on the ground had deep, deep skid marks, and those marching buildings and chariots went out from Fenghe County.

Yang Changjun swung away those refugees blocking the way with his horsewhip, and ran towards Fenghe County.

Xiaoling Village, the northernmost village in Fenghe County, was full of militiamen and robust refugees hired with rice porridge, and a long row of long wooden spears were placed outside the village to guard against those rampaging refugees.

There were fewer people in the east of the village. A dozen or so men carried the corpses out in twos and threw them into the long ravine on the east side of the village.

Two of the men walked behind the crowd, moving very slowly, and the "corpse" they were carrying was too heavy.

The ravine is full of snow, and countless corpses have been buried in the snow layer. Except for the refugees who died near Fenghe County, there are also a large number of people who sneaked in to hide or steal food, and died of starvation, disease and freezing in the corner. The displaced persons will have to deal with these corpses again when the snow melts in the spring of the coming year.

The wind is cold in winter, but the wind on the Changshan Valley seems to be colder and more cloudy. The villagers are unwilling to stay here, and they hurried away as soon as they threw the corpse down.

The two men walking at the back of the crowd took a detour to a long road, looked behind the rugged hillside, and made sure that there was no one around, so they hurriedly put down the "corpse" in their hands and unsealed it.

Panting, Yang Guanxian sat up from the sack, tugged at his collar, and panted, "I'm about to suffocate to death!"

"Grandpa, get up first!"

"You can't stay here any longer!"

The two men said hurriedly.

Yang Guanxian helped them get up, rubbed his waist and buttocks, looked up at Xiaoling Village in the distance and Huanshan Village next to Tianend, feeling anxious.

One of his men threw the sack down the ravine and said, "Master, let's go!"

Yang Guanxian nodded, looked away, and walked out with the two men.

The snow on the edge of the cliff was deep. Yang Guanxian picked up a thick wooden branch to make a stick, but because of his fat body, sometimes he couldn't control it well. When he stepped on it, he sank much deeper than his two men.

In order to save his energy, he didn't speak the whole time. When he walked to a secluded valley ahead and sat down, he asked, "Have you ever asked, what's the situation in the city now?"

"Those 'big guys' have just been sent away," said the taller subordinate. "They all went to Yongding Gate. The situation in the city is unclear. We came around the west, and the other gates were all captured by the army." Stand by."

"Where's Dongping Academy? Is it still there?"

"Yes, yes, when we came out, I heard that the second son of Song Shangshu's family led troops to stop the Xuanwu army!"

Yang Guanxian paused, and then heaved a long sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)